
The first few times I met the Primal Mothers I was too terrified to ask questions.
Instead, I stood awkwardly on the edge of the deep, dark chamber I’ve come to consider their throne room, like a child brought to the headteacher’s office; my flesh buzzing with an anxiousness that was part terror and part hope that these incredible figures were about to impart some incredible wisdom my way.
I looked around at these women who were like nothing I’d ever seen before; whose energy was almost tangible, and simply waited for their insights to fall into my mind. Until one day, the shortest of the women spoke aloud to me.
“What do you wish to know sister?”
My brain went into overdrive.
OK. This ancient force of nature just called you sister. Don’t panic. Answer the question. Shit, what do I wish to know? Where do I start? How much can I ask? Just one question? But there’s so much I want to know! Breathe Ceryn, breathe.
And so I asked the first question that tumbled from my mind: “Why are you returning to us now?”
With that, the room seemed to still. Every one of the women paused and looked straight at me, eyes I’d previously seen as closed and weary sparking back to life and breath catching in their own chests as they were finally asked to respond to someone outside of their group.
“Allow us to tell you how we see the world that has been made yours.”
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